Paranormology Series

As the Professor's assistant, it was my duty to perform whatever tasks he laid out for me. It was a simple enough arrangement, until he took me on my first investigation at a run-down house in South Entrance. The house at Grosvenor Lane showed me a brief glimpse of the world beyond, a world that exists with or without my blessing. But my investigations also revealed that the application of science to an ethereal plane is anything but straightforward. This is the first book of the Paranormology series.

Necessity forces us all to make uncomfortable choices. The Professor, operating in such a fringe discipline as Paranormology, bore a greater burden than most. Every decision held the potential to bring his work, and the budding field, into disrepute. Our investigation at Hampton Court taught me that there is more to ghost hunting than simply recording and observing; a proper grasp of politics is just as necessary as the ability to read a thermometer. This is the third book of the Paranormology series.

From the events this past autumn, I am compelled to relate my perilous trial. The supposition that darkness is merely the absence of light is both popular and false, as those who practise the occult can affirm. In the dark cellar of number thirteen Jolimont Street, a house the Professor had assumed benign, I unwittingly brought forth an ancient evil that first threatened our reputations, then our souls. This is the fourth book in the Paranormology Series.

The path of science is convoluted, as I discovered during the first Winter of my tenure with the Professor. There are people, upon whom we must rely, that would prefer to see our research into the paranormal abandoned. Politics and preconceptions are subtle barriers to the truth, more so than the elusive spirits we chase. The investigation at the Beaumaris House revealed to me a secret; the biggest threat to our scientific endeavours did not lie in old, creaky houses but in old, creaky minds. This is the second book in the Paranormology series.

What we cannot see can, indeed, hurt us. Neither forgotten foes nor latent fears lose potency if ignored. A haunting, so perfectly reliable and unwavering, fed the Professor's obsession to his detriment. His health deteriorated. So did our relationship. During the darkest time of our investigations, from the most unexpected quarter, an old friend appears to leave her mark on our lives. This is the sixth book in the Paranormology Series.

Beyond the familiar and the safe lies the unknown, an infinite land of fear, doubt and confusion. An unforgiving town is no place to test wild emotions, yet that is exactly how I came to discover just how little I knew about my own thoughts and feelings. In Exeter, bustling and impersonal, my relationship with the Professor was strained under the weight of a malevolent entity and mysterious gypsy. This is the fifth book in the Paranormology Series.

The out-of-doors haunting at Devon Cove presented its own unique problems, yet the cliff-tops, the wind and rain and lightning, and even the hostile townsfolk, all posed less of a problem than the conflict of the tormented ghost we hunted. Her anguish reminded us - the Professor, Milena, Felix and I - of the sobering reality that ghosts were once people. This is the seventh book in the Paranormology Series.

The case at Nadderwater Rise Boilermakers left an enduring impression upon me. The Professor and I witnessed first-hand how machines can turn on their masters. When directed by a malevolent force, the results were utterly brutal. As if horrid conditions are not enough, the culture of harassment ingrained into the workers only makes it worse. Their daily lives are already drenched in danger, subject to severe injury without notice, yet they persist in tormenting each other, to their peril. This is the eighth book in the Paranormology Series.

We are all of us, without exception, innately capable of sin. This truth was thrust upon me by a cantankerous ghost when we investigated the haunting of the Saunders house on Livermead Hill. The house itself was a grim construction, steeped in sorrow borne on secrets, anger fueled by lies and the bitter taint of betrayal. Within its walls lurked a tormenting spirit. He took an instant dislike to my presence and let me know, quite clearly, just how wicked we can be. This is the ninth book in the Paranormology Series.